Sleeping Awake: for brokeharlem

[labcoatgirl]

It was only the second night she was staying over. The day had gone rather well, she had met Tony finally and the three of them had gone for dinner at a place where the prices made her head spin. Bruce even seemed to enjoy himself, though it was hard to tell, Betty knew he did.

They had worked on a bit of research before turning in for the night. Bruce kept insisting she take the bed till she couldn't say no anymore. She felt bad for having him sleep on the couch but he seemed like he would take it badly if she didn't accept the bed.

Soon, she was fast asleep, her arms around the pillow under her head.

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[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

A faint smile. "I don't think I could sleep much either." Not necessarily the truth but not a lie. "Maybe we could make some coffee...or hot chocolate?"

[brokeharlem.livejournal.com]

He frowns at her for a long moment, considering protest, then decides to give up before he starts, reaching up to rub tiredly at the corners of his eyes. A sigh follows, and slowly, he nods. "I think I could use some coffee."

[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

Betty nods before getting up, blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and going to leave the room. It's a moment with Jarvis to figure out where the coffee pot is and by the time she gets there, he's already brewed up a fresh cup. Decaf, of course.

Soon, she's carrying two mugs of coffee in to him. She's not fond of decaf but enough cream and sugar, she'll drink anything.

[brokeharlem.livejournal.com]

Briefly, he thinks about following her down to the kitchen -- he's just had a nightmare, that doesn't make him an invalid -- before thinking better of it. Maybe she wants to get away from him for a few minutes, he wouldn't blame her, and well, he's not sure his legs would carry him that far, still unsteady under him even as he sits there. All that in mind and the potential for running into Stark somewhere between here and the kitchen keeps him glued to his seat, vague guilt at making her wait on him needling at him, and he's still sitting there, wrapped in his blanket and looking like a refugee when she comes back a few minutes later. He looks dimly surprised that she came back at all, feeling sorry for himself.

"Thanks," he murmurs, reaching for one of the cups with a faintly trembling hand. He curls up around it almost immediately, the cup a shield from the rest of the world. "Leaded or unleaded?"

Regular or decaf?

[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

"It's decaf, don't worry." His shaking hands have her more concerned as she watches him drinking the coffee. Betty sits down close to him, just wanting to be near and help him through this, the blanket pooling around her.

She reaches to put an arm around him, rubbing his back lightly in small circles.

[brokeharlem.livejournal.com]

He'd been hoping for regular, caffeine enough to keep him from sleep half the reason he wanted coffee in the first place, but he doesn't let that show on his face. Nor does he admit as much, raising the mug to his lips to take a sip, caffeinated or not. He sighs, calming further both at the taste and the touch of her hand at his back, as unused to the latter as he's become in the last few years.

Lowering the cup back to his lap, he glances at her briefly, then away, to the floor. "Sorry for waking you up, by the way."

[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

She smiles fleetingly back at him, he shouldn't apologize for having nightmares. "It's ok, I wasn't sleeping." Yes, she's lying to help him feel better.

[brokeharlem.livejournal.com]

He looks up long enough to make a face at her. "Somehow, I don't exactly buy that ... "

[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

She ducks her head sheepishly before coming back up to meet his eyes. "No good for playing poker, I suppose." Or he knows her too well even after all these years. "It's ok, really it is. I have the odd nightmare too sometimes." Especially after the gamma incident when she was first injured, but those nightmares were all but gone now.

[brokeharlem.livejournal.com]

Again, he looks up at her, tempted to ask what she has nightmares about. It doesn't take him too long to decide he doesn't want to know -- he has some wild, deep seated fear that he wouldn't like the answer much -- and looks away again when he does, his lips pressing into a thin line as he tries to come up with some other response to that. Finding his words takes longer. Much longer.

"Everyone around here does, I guess."

[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

She still has a scar under her hair on the side of her head from that incident. But that had healed a long time ago, not knowing where Bruce was all of that time was much more painful.

"Bruce..." she tries to comfort him, he still seems distressed by this. "...anyone would in your shoes." She could only imagine their roles being reversed. How he has dealt with the change in his life for so long without going insane.

[brokeharlem.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he answers, something uncertain in his voice as if even he's not sure if he's agreeing just to agree or if he actually believes that.

A sigh follows and he wets his lips with his tongue as if he plans on saying something else, only to give up on it a second later, and he brings his cup up to his lips to take a sip. Silence follows, but on the plus side, it doesn't take him long to stop inspecting the carpet and look up at her fully without looking away again near immediately. It's progress.

we should totally do a thread where they switch and she's the hulk after this

[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

She keeps looking at him, wanting to help but feeling like he's still keeping her at arms length. It's not surprising, given their forced separation. But it still hurts.

A smile when he finally looks at her. "You can talk to me, Bruce. Anything you want to say, I'll listen." He should know that by now.

I'd be game for that! And hey, in comic canon she's one of the 3434830483 Hulks, so it's plausible!

[brokeharlem.livejournal.com]

"I'm actually not sure what I was going to say," he says honestly, something small, sour and directed only at himself creeping onto his face.

He's still not used to people caring about how he feels, even though he's been here with people who, bizarrely, consider him a friend for a few weeks now. Even though there was a time he felt like he could talk to Betty about anything and, theoretically, he should be able to, still. Human contact is a foreign country to him anymore and he can't remember how to speak the language. Nor is he sure where he'd start, even if he did, still feeling as addled as he does now, in the wake of the nightmare.

lol, that an accurate number there? :D

[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

It does look like it's up to her to make first contact, as it were. Since she knows him better than anyone...or she used to. Betty loops her arm around his, putting her hand on top of his own to interlace their fingers. Leaning her head on his shoulder as if to say you don't even have to say anything.

Completely accurate. XD ... and now I want to do an AU with my Pepper where she's Iron Man. :P

[brokeharlem.livejournal.com]

He tenses briefly, like all the other times they've touched since she's been here, and then relaxes, deflating with a sigh. If he tightens his fingers around hers, almost clinging, he doesn't really realize.

"... thanks."

lol :p

[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

She doesn't mind the clinging. If anything, it reassures her that he still cares for her very much, even after all this time.

Their coffee is left to go cold as they sit together. Not saying anything but understanding.